#scream fictive

go back to bed and think about him: in progress

uh

might have to make out with him later idk..

You’re here but I miss you.

I miss your stupid hair. I miss the scent of your hair gel mixing with your cologne. I miss your little red reading glasses sliding down your nose bridge and the little annoyed growl you would give them every time. I miss your head on my chest and your breath matching mine. I miss your warmth. I miss the way your head would lean to the left when you would sleep and how the very few times you slept on me I had to correct how your head laid near me. I miss being able to hold you. I miss the little things. The way your smile would reach your eyes before your mouth curved into that familiar shape. God damn it I miss your stupid big ass shoes you would say “completed the randy meeks look”.